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Cyan Zephyr

Cyan Zephyr

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Cyan Territe had never been more afraid and more excited to leave school as she was when Christmas Break finally began. She'd broken up with Alessio nearly a month prior, and while she still attended the ball, in the back of the Hufflepuff's mind was only one person; Aion. The dark haired, stubbornly moody Ravenclaw she'd befriended only two years prior. Had he never said a word to Cyan she might have stayed with Alessio, cared for him, and perhaps even been content - but knowing now that Aion had feelings for her had brought to the forefront of Cyan's mind that she also had feelings for him. He was smart, funny, he was handsome and kind to her. Cyan remembered now so vividly their first meeting, and how he had kissed her lips - how could she have been so stupid?

The Spanish girl traveled home by flu, her father picking her up and apparating them home, only for her to tell him she had plans to meet her friend - her pureblood friend - in New Zealand after she was packed. The packing process in itself was nauseating to Cyan, as she thought about everything that could go wrong when she saw Aion again. In her mind she played scenario after scenario of how this whole process could go terribly wrong. What if Aion had been drunk and that was why he'd said he was in love with her. Imperfect her. Gap toothed, toothpick Cyan with a strange sense of humor and no blood purity to fall back on. She had always thought perhaps he had been too goo to date for her, which was why they were best friends, why he'd seen Maddie or been close to Danielle. She hated to admit her envy and hatred toward the puff was spurned because of a boy, but the more that Cyan began to connect moments in her mind the more she felt like every breath and whisper shared between them was a missed opportunity. She wasn't going to miss them anymore.

Cyan made her way to their meeting spot carefully once arriving back in New Zealand. The Alabama native was biting her lower lip so much she could feel the texture of loose skin underneath her lipstick. Her far-too-long lashes would stick together and weigh her eyes down if she cried. Cyan only hoped that was enough to keep her from crying, and her lack of meal that day was enough to keep her sick. After around ten minutes of searching the Land Rover was in sight, parked off to the side where it could be hidden. Taking in deep breath after deep breath Cyan walked. Her legs felt like cement blocks were attached to her ankles rather than feet, but finally she reached the door and pulled it open. "A..." Cyan didn't even finish his name. There sprawled in the front seat was her best friend, open shirt with jeans and relaxed. His eyes were closed, fluttering with sleep and the Hufflepuff smiled. Perhaps sleeping on everything would be good. She set her small bag on the floorboard next to her, she'd go over her letter later, and laid down as comfortably as she could. Cyan hadn't even realized until now how tired she was, and with a hand over Aion's heart, palm to flesh, she drifted off.
 
The last few weeks had been torturous for the former Ravenclaw. Aion had spent the majority of his November in Scotland, a cold and isolated country when he considered how far apart it had taken him from what he loved the most. He appreciated the people he'd met and the things he'd seen, but he'd underestimated how difficult he would find being out in the world by himself. And matter had only progressed more painfully in the following days. It had been just over two weeks since Aion had received the letter that his best friend needed him. Needed him more than she ever had before. He'd been there for the student during the winter as she faced her own personal difficulties, and the thoughts that had entered his mind and he made attempts to read between the lines of her letter had made him feel sick to his stomach. Cyan had given no indication as to what was wrong, and he would have been lying if he hadn't considered the possibility that maybe they'd been some additional complications with regards to her current relationship.

Aion knew that he was her best friend, the person she turned to first, but he contemplated reasons as to why she hadn't been seeking comfort with Alessio. There had been very little communicated to Aion about the seventh year and that only added to the mans theories of what was wrong. During the incident of his last visit, Aion had managed to let slip a fact about his feelings that he'd not been ready to share, but fate had been on his side and it appeared as though it would remain a secret, until he was able to reverse the emotions he felt for his friend. There was no way Aion wasn't going to make the trip to be there for Cyan, even if he continued to feel the pain when he remembered how they couldn't be together. He would dream of nights spent with her, of days shared and memories made but ultimately that was a fantasy he knew he would have to cast out if he wanted to keep the friendship they had. He valued her company and her opinions too much to risk losing it with his foolish ideas of anything more, and he'd begun the process of getting over her once he'd landed in the UK.

His reactions had been due to shock. Shock, envy and a hint of unfamiliarity. He'd seen Cyan together with Alessio and it had reminded him of everything he had once before, combined with everything he'd been too blind to see as what he wanted in his future. Aion was certain in time he would get used to the idea of Cyan with another, and no matter how much she told him she wanted him first and foremost, he was to accept he would be a second in her life and her family was her priority. It was with this in mind that Aion had driven back to New Zealand that December, and while he was feeling sick and anxious with worry he would have to do his best to support her in a way that he should, no matter what the cause of her distress.

The pressures of the time differences hadn't done much to relieve Aions stress, and after arriving at their designated meeting point in the late afternoon, he'd done his best to remain awake and alert for her arrival despite his recent lack of sleep. He'd barely caught it at all for driving overnight, and taking as few breaks as he could muster he'd made it there on the first day of the holidays, just as he'd promised. He'd waited in the car, fiddling with the blue metal that lived on the fourth finger of his right hand, a constant and welcoming reminder that he and Cyan were at least always in some way connected, when he'd passed out from exhaustion, unable to stay conscious any longer.

It could have been hours, he couldn't tell, when his eyes finally blinked open. He'd been dreaming about showing Cyan the valleys of Madrid, of walking with her over the rocks towards the hidden Temples of Shero when he stirred. Something was different. It took him a moment to sense the pressure on his chest, and he glanced down through the dark to see Cyans hand resting upon his skin. His heart began hammering quickly, the crack in the windows no longer enough to keep the air moving through this lungs, as he carefully shifted to look at the woman he loved. As his eyes adjusted he watched her unmoving and peaceful as she slept beside him. God he'd missed her. He wasn't sure how long he lay beside the Hufflepuff, watching the soft movements on her face as she drifted on, before Aion sighed and allowed her her privacy. He sat up in the place he'd been calling home for last few months, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the vehicle. Spotting something that he wasn't used to seeing, Aion squinted and peered towards her bag, but it wasn't the bag itself that stuck his attention. The letter. Last time he'd heard from her she was vague and questioning, but what if this was the other half of her problem. Aion wanted to let her sleep, but the gnawing he felt at his heart as he was left in the unknown was too much much to handle, and sliding the letter from its resting place and picking up his jacket, he exited the car, leaving Cyan to herself while he read.

Despite the warmth of the summer, there was a chill in the night air, made more apparent as Aions eyes scanned through the scrawl of her handwriting, picking out sections he could read. He felt more than a little sick. A hand found its way to his head as he pushed on, forcing himself to finish its contents before he considered its meanings, but once he was finished he sat numbly on a log that lay close by, shaking as he considered what this changed.
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Peaceful sleep hadn't come to Cyan in some time. Often she stayed up considering what she could possibly write to express to Aion how sorry she was for being so stupid, so blind, for thinking she knew what he wanted and not letting him decide for himself. How bitter she felt toward herself for never asking herself if Alessio was what she wanted or a knee jerk reaction to losing her mother, her rock, her shelter. Bits were scribbled over, bits about her mother's diary - her mother's want to take Cyan out of the home so they could be themselves. Cyan didn't regret that she had stayed with her father though. She was who she was for the mistakes her parents made, and she wouldn't change that so long as that person could be what Aion wanted. Shortly after Aion had left her side though, it was as if Cyan could sense it, and she began to stir. First her hands rubbed at her magic-locked mascara laden eyes to rub the sleep out of them. After doing so she realized the car was just her, it no longer contained Aion. Cyan was now much more awake. Perhaps he had just left to use the bathroom. However as she lay in the dark the woman felt her heart beat quicken, and worry set in.

Blinking a few more time to become accustomed to the darkness that surrounded, Cyan moved slowly, straightening herself out before she left the car. Gently she shut her door, looking around to find the outline of her companion, hunched over seated on something. Cyan approached with gentle footsteps, watching to make sure he was okay, or not indecent. It wasn't until she was closer that she noticed it in his hands. A piece of paper. He was either reading, or holding it, but it existed. The Hufflepuff saw the crinkled edges, she recognized that paper. It was the letter. Cyan froze at first. If she didn't approach, she could bide time until she could find the words, but she knew upon crackling leaves beneath her that she had no chance to do so. Pushing forward Cyan made it to his side. "A...ion?" She inquired, voice shaking a noticeable amount. It was practically sickening to think he knew her deepest feelings and she hadn't even been able to say them out loud. Coming around in front of him she kneeled down, and tugged at the letter, umber eyes looking up into his face. Her lips trembled when she saw him. It was as if every time she'd laid eyes upon this man he was a different person, but now as she was before him raw and open he was beautiful. His sharp jawline, emerald eyes and long fawn locks were all beautiful. He was perfect.

"I... I can explain..." She whispered, her voice lost under emotion. "I couldn't send it. I... wanted to tell you sooner, I wanted to tell you that night in the car but I needed to tell Alessio first and..." Tears sprung to Cyan's eyes. She was unsure how to process the emotion that made her heart palpitate, that made her stomach turn into an Olympic diver, that made her love. "I thought you might have been drunk for a while and then I realized I didn't care." She spoke, her voice cracking. She inched closer, making her easily within arms reach.

"I'm in love with you too."
 
So much of what Aion thought he knew was being questioned as he sat with his hand in his hair, still and unmoving and his insides felt like they'd soon be on the outside. Cyan had broken things off with Alessio, and from what he could gather though the words on the piece of parchment was that he hadn't been alone in his feelings between them. He'd spent the last few weeks trying to get over her, to convince himself it was nothing and it would pass, and here she was trying to explain to him that perhaps the secret he'd spilled in the car hadn't been so hidden at all.

He heard the movements of her exiting the car and walking over towards him. No doubt she'd be annoyed that he'd read the letter that was never sent to him, but he said nothing as she approached. It wasn't until she was knelt in front of him that he allowed her to remove the paper from his hand, and he looked up to meet her gaze. How could he have not noticed she'd been pretending? Was he really that bad at understand his best friend? He listened as she explained that she'd needed to talk to Alessio and he was reminded once again at how smart and wise she was at handling difficult situations. The tears that emerged from her beautiful eyes caused his own to water slightly, although he breathed deeply and managed to keep them at bay. Here he was, taking in the fact that she too was putting what they had together on the line for something more, and for the first time he was allowing himself to give in to what he felt for her. Aion was done wasting the opportunities that appeared so clearly in front of him, and despite the overwhelming shock of her words he knew he was more sure now of what he needed to do than he'd ever been before about anything in his life. He leant forward a little, sliding down to kneel in front of her, his eyes darting between both of hers as his heart pulled at the sight of her so close. He moved closer, his face just inches from her own, her breath tickling the small amount of facial hair he'd managed to acquire over the last few months.

In one smooth motion, both of the man's hands slid under her jaw towards the back of her head, quickly but gently entwining themselves in her flawless hair as he closed the gap between them, his soft lips finding hers with a sudden sense of urgency. Everything he'd tried to convince himself about whether what he felt for the woman was real or a result of other events dissolved in his mind as he kissed her in ways he'd only ever dreamed about. The world around them seemed to silence as he focused on the single most important thing to him, his cheek and bridge of his nose absorbing her tears as he pulled her closer to him, his body shaking but knowing as long as he was beside her he would always be the most blessed man in the universe.
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Aion's attention for Cyan seemed undivided and the student was thankful for that. She needed him to listen to her, to believe that she hadn't pretended to be asleep because she was unsure if she loved him. She'd done it because the moment he spoke those beautiful words she knew she was head over heels for the man of her dreams. It wasn't difficult to assume the worst of her, she was sure of that - but the Puff meant the best when it came to Aion. She blinked quickly, trying to bat away the tears with long black lashes. He was so quiet in front of her, and Cyan could hear the subtle rustle of birds in the trees, knocking down whatever hung from them. her shoulders shuttered when she watched his eyes water. The sheen in them was almost lost when he blinked, and they didn't spill over, but Cyan still saw them, still felt pained to notice they were present.

As Aion finally moved toward Cyan she felt her heart stutter in her chest. Her blood pumped so quickly that she could practically hear it, rushing like a waterfall, her heart the rocks at the bottom thumping melodically. The teen moved forward ever so slightly, trying to meet him halfway. Her hands clutched at her dress, her knees pressed into the dirt and rocks below her; she didn't even notice. Everything around she and Aion slowly faded in her mind, her eyes focused on his face. Cyan attempted and failed to keep her breathing steady, shivering in anticipation. Her eyes focused slowly on him, they were so close that if she even pursed her lips they'd kiss. She wanted to lean forward and complete the circuit that was them, however she couldn't. Her bravery had run out when she'd explained her story, her fears creeping into the back of her mind.

She felt his hands, slip beside her jawline, she wasn't going to have to make the decision. In the moments it took for him to finally bring their lips together the memory of telling Aion she was worried her teeth would be in the way slipped into her mind, making her conscious that if they were in the way he'd probably never want to kiss her again. The curly haired woman did not think about her own teeth for long though, as finally his lips were on hers, smooth and heated - causing her to spring to life. The closed tendrils she once had on her knees were now making their way to Aion's arms, gripping at the muscles beneath his plaid shirt. She felt her heart finally fall into a steady rhythm, her mouth moving with Aion as if this kiss was a tango that they'd practiced a thousand times. It was magical, raw, and her emotions suddenly spilled over as she moved up to a kneeling rather than sitting position, both knees still firmly planted on the ground to keep her from falling over. This was what Cyan's whole life had lead up to, finding her soul mate in a half-blood who knew her inside and out, and still wanted to be with her.
 
The last few months had been difficult, but completely worth it as Aion as it was clear that Cyan felt the same way as he did. It felt so easy to be able to do what came naturally, and as he kissed her he felt as though his heart would soon explode with how much love he was feeling for her. She'd been his best friend, the one that had loved him even when he hadn't loved himself, and during the time they'd come to know one another in every way he was certain there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He was barely aware of how uncomfortable his legs were as they rested on the ground, but knowing they'd be much more relaxed inside, his hands slid down to her waist, never breaking contact.

Aion pulled away his lips from hers for just a moment, but only to tell her just how much he loved her, his eyes remaining closed as their heads were almost touching. The electricity that he'd felt between them ever since they met was so much stronger that evening than it had been before, every moment of contact they had between them sparking new emotions that had spent so long concealed. What they had now was nothing like they'd first met, although Aion did remember Cyans comment about wearing chapstick the first time they'd ever kissed. A small smile escaped from the man as he'd found everything he didn't realise he'd been looking for in the Hufflepuff, and he helped her to her feet never for a moment separating their bond as he was able to easily lift her from the ground.

Walking across the cobbled surface that was still fresh with the reminiscence of Autumn, he placed her down only when they'd returned to the car. One hand was fumbling in the darkness for the handle, Aion not wanting to break away even for a moment. One of his hands was placed between her and the cold metal of his vehicle, his heart hammering in his chest as he succumbed to what was happening, no longer feeling as though he had any control over their moves and their minds had taken over. Once the door had been swung open they made their way inside, pulling it closed tightly behind them.

Lying in the car with the love of his life against him, Aion's arms were holding her closely, never willing to let her go. He'd been drifting in and out of sleep for the last few hours, knowing that soon the sun would be rising for them. Since they had the whole Christmas break together he wasn't worried that they'd have to part ways during the day that followed, but Aion still wasn't willing to let go. It was only now that he'd been able to show his best friend the tattoo he'd got a few months ago, and he'd been talking to her in not much more than a whisper every now and then, his forehead up against her hair and mouth a short distance from her ear as they made the most of their time together.
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Cyan's mind was a jungle gym, each thought jumping from bar to bar. She was intoxicated by Aion's scent, by his touch, his kiss. It wasn't as if this was the master plan, but as the night moved so quickly by her, she couldn't help but be pleased with the outcome. She'd never been the person to settle for less than what she deserved, but Aion was so much more than she did. His dreams and aspirations may not have completely matched hers, but she knew that it didn't matter because what brought them together was beyond school and a career. It ventured into fate, she was sure. The curly hair teen was content with the fates though. She felt as if they'd blessed her with the man whom wrapped his arms around her, fingers tangled in her heart and he barely realized it.

Cyan could hardly sleep, but her eyes occasionally fluttered. She shared whispers with Aion, fingertips stroking the tattoo design gently, following every curve of the Phoenix's tail, admiring the mark forever on her lover's skin. Calling him a lover was enough to send Cyan's stomach into nervous and excited hysterics, and she smiled gently against him. "I wish I'd known sooner." She spoke gently, seemingly out of the blue. "I would have loved you longer, I want to love you for my whole life." She continued to speak, head moving back to look up at him. Most of what she could see was his jaw line, peppered with lipstick marks. She giggled at the imagery, snuggling closer into him so she could kiss his cheek gently, stretching to do so. "Where are we going to go now?" She inquired, knowing they had loose plans, nothing set in stone. "Maybe Spain?" She asked, not wanting to give away that she'd thought of telling her father the truth about Aion. Cyan, in the back of her mind, felt it would be easier to make it a surprise lest he not want to go and deal with the repercussions.
 
It tickled when Cyan lightly touched the ink outline on his arm, but he was pleased that she seemed to like it, just like she seemed to like him for everything he was. Aion didn't need to pretend or exaggerate anything when he around her, he'd never felt the need to before and he was on a high that he'd met someone who accepted every part of him. "I know," he said, his eyes remaining closed as he nestled against her temple. Perhaps if he'd transferred to the school earlier than during his fifth year, they would have become friends earlier on, although he was never going to regret the way things had turned out. He'd spent many mornings waking up alone and feeling lost that it was quite surreal that Cyan was here with him now. They may have been very different people but it was their differences that filled the gaps for the other, and Aions heart was close to bursting at her expression. He smiled, lifting her chin to plant a small kiss on her lips before pulling her close with a contented sigh. "I'd like that. You still need to show me around," he replied quietly, knowing how fun it would be to finally get to travel with her. "It's not the same you know. Sure I get to visit places but I want to visit them with you." Aion had been away for almost half a year, choosing destinations that would be useful to his career and fun places to explore, but it wasn't the same when his mind was left back home with Cyan. "One day I'll take you to California too," he added, wondering what his parents would think of their situation after he'd spent so long trying to convince his mom especially that he and Cy were only friends.
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It was heartwarming to know that Aion felt quite the same as she had. Her eyes began to closer again, only to open when he tilted her chin towards him for another kiss. She giggled at the tickle of his peach fuzz against her face, having not particularly noticed it last night. After all, she'd been fairly preoccupied by him reading her letter, and the moments that followed. The girl smiled glancing around in the sunlight. It was far to bright, and now that Cyan was beginning to feel more away, and alert to conversation she wondered if her sunglasses were in Aion's car. She'd had them on the front of her outfit the night she'd gotten into a scrap, and prayed they dropped off in the car. Cyan stretched gently. "Hmm, let go for a second." She requested, moving to glance around. "Did I leave my sunglasses with you?" She inquired, rubbing at the sleep in her eyes. The puff, no stranger to ignoring personal space, felt around before reaching over to the glove box and opening it. It was only then that she stopped looking, distracted by the item that presented itself. Squinting, obviously still willing her eyes to wake up. "Huh... when did you stop wearing this?" She inquired, recognizing the necklace slightly, then it hit her and Cyan was awake. She moved completely off Aion as she looked at the memory from his and Maddie's relationship. A pang of unfamiliarity struck her upper abdomen. Jealousy?

For a moment the girl had to process what made her feel so horrible about seeing a relic from a relationship that had ended. Cyan hadn't ever felt so strongly about someone as she did Aion, even with Alessio inseparable would never have described them. Not like she felt with Aion. The night flashed before her eyes, and the fact that he'd loved her since before this break... Why would he still have this. "You kept it?" She asked, finally, unable to form any other words for a moment as she thought of the implications. What if Maddie had come seen him recently. It wasn't as if Aion didn't want things to still be pleasant between them, so wasn't that a possibility. "Why are you keeping it?" She finally asked, looking at the necklace rather than Aion, still processing her own emotions before trying to convey them.
 
Aion released his arms as Cyan wriggled free, wondering why she was leaving their position. He was too drowsy to really concentrate on what she was looking for, and just hoped that she would come back soon. After the plans that he and Cyan had made during his last year at Hogwarts it was no surprise to him that she felt at home around his belongings. She even had her own room on the weeks they he put up his more permanent residence, and he would have been disappointed if she didn't feel comfortable around his living space. He was surprised though to hear her question why he owned something, and his eyes sleepily blinked open to peer in her direction as she queried why he had something. "What do you mean?" he asked, reluctantly picking himself up to shift over to her. He was still exhausted from the mixture of travelling and not getting much sleep during the nights, but he looked across to see the pendant he'd spent a good nine months wearing in her hand. "Oh, yeah I stopped wearing that when I graduated. You know, that day I met up with my mom?" He replied, rubbing at his eyes and wishing she wasn't going to press the issue any further. Unfortunately that wasn't the case.

He was surprised to hear the tone that followed her voice. Cyan had always known about the history between he and Maddie, and it was about their break up that Aion had original sought council. He hadn't spoken to the Gryffindor much at all since their break up, and had barely even remember that he'd deactivated the pendant that he'd worn so loyally for so long. "Yeah?" he half asked, wondering if it was going to be a problem. It wasn't as though this was new information to the seventh year. Aion gave a small shrug, "I guess that, Maddie and I are still friends. It guess it's good to have in case she ever needs to find me again you know?" he replied honestly. He didn't feel like keeping any secrets from her, and had no intention in doing so, but he hoped that Cyan didn't believe that just because he'd held on to an old relic, it meant he still had feelings for her.
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Cyan swallowed hard listening to him talk about why he kept it. Really good friends, wasn't that what they were. The girl's hands shook gently adn she set the necklace down on the console, as if it was an ember held so long in her hand it singed her. The burn was not on her palm though, it was in her heart. There was silence in the car. Outside the sounds of early morning played like a soundtrack. The cracked window allowed wind to blow in gently, tickling the base of Cyan's neck, her waterfall mane moving ever so gently. Hot tears pricked at the eyes of the young puff. She hadn't even thought that thinking about Aion with Maddie would make her emotional. For a moment she replaced her own relationship with the one they had, good friends. Like they had with nervous tension the night before Cyan's fists clenches tightly shut. "This is so stupid why am I so upset?" She asked out loud, shaking her head and looking around, anywhere but at the man in front of her. Cyan wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes gently trying to stop the salty tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes, stinging her like acid.

Before becoming intimate, a thing, with Aion she'd never even considered herself to be jealous, angry, or defensive. However now with her feelings so raw, having given something to Aion she wondered if he still loved Maddie. Unable to explain herself, or give a rational reasoning, Cyan turned to sit in the passenger seat, looking away from Aion and keeping her composure the best she could - which wasn't very well as she held in the unfamiliarity of Jealousy inside.
 
Aion had barely even registered the pendant was still in the glove department, but seeing Cyan's reaction to it was bringing illogical feelings of guilt. He'd done nothing wrong and had been simply looking out for a friend when he'd tucked it away. It had been difficult to forgive himself for breaking things off with Maddie but he'd have gone through it a hundred times if it meant he could be where he was now. As Cyan moved across from him, barely paying him any attention at all, he felt panicked that he was about to lose her all over again. Aion lifted himself fully into the drivers seat, picking up the Mythological pendant in one hand to take a closer look. "At this point it's barely anything more than a piece of metal. I was attached to it once that's true, but that's not me anymore," he spoke, turning the shape of the hammer in his palm as he remembered the sentiments that had once been attached to it. He sighed in silence, knowing from their previous disagreement his best bet wasn't to try and counter act her points. "Cyan I've never felt the way I do for you about anyone else. Including Maddie. I pushed her away because when we were together I was so much more focused on my work than her and that wasn't fair to either of us." Aion wasn't sure whether his would make the situation any better, but he wasn't going to sit and hold back from her. He shifted in his seat a little to face her, even if she wasn't meeting his sight right then, "The difference now is that I need you." he added quietly, glancing back down to the pendant as he tucked it away once again the glove pocket, before focusing all his attention on the Hufflepuff. "Even when we first met, you always came before anything else I did. I don't regret what happened because it led me to this, to you." He wanted to reach across between the seats, to hold her go back to what they'd had a few moments before, but he wanted to let it be her choice too. "I mean I knew it was there but it's not like it's something I think about you know. But you, I can never you out my head." Aion's voice was quiet and low, praying she wasn't about to abandon him after all they'd been through. "Cy I'm in love with you and nothing is going to change that. Not now, not ever." It was true, and he firmly believed that the experience he'd been through in his previous relationship made him more than capable to be able to say that this was so much more powerful than anything he'd known was possible.
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Everything in the jungle gym of Cyan's mind collapsed into a decrepit playground that even the mice wouldn't touch. The girl felt an ugly emotion, and she hated that she couldn't just hide it away until is disappeared. Cyan steadied her breath. So long as no one looked closely at her face they'd not even know she was hurt. Large tear droplets stained her cheeks and touched her hands. She'd never cried as much as she had with Aion. Maybe she should have been more upset about how weak he made her when she was around him. He broke down every wall of false bravado until she was herself, her true, emotional, over attached self. Maybe it was her fault for responding so quickly to being in love with him, but she knew how she felt. His explanations did nothing to assuage her, and a dry painful laugh escaped her throat, choked up with a sob to follow. She took in another deep breath to steady herself, wishing he'd stop saying the other girl's name. He'd kept it in case he was needed, she knew that was the reason why. What happened when the reason Maddie needed him was that she was still in love with him, or some other insane thought that she could think about. Swallowing Cyan shrugged. She didn't want to fight, she'd never fought for anyone, or expressed her emotions openly. She wasn't going to start now. So when she opened her mouth she had full intentions on telling Aion it was okay and didn't matter, that she had only reacted quickly because they were such a new idea. However that was not the words that left her lips. Instead those words turned into a whisper, heart ache and envy heavy laden in her voice. "What happens when she needs you and I'm not around?" She asked, shocking even herself. She couldn't leave things alone. That was her mother's stubbornness.
 
It broke the man heart to see her so upset. He wanted to make her happy and if that wasn't what was happening then he was failing. He frowned a little as she laughed at his prospects, clearly his actions were speaking more loudly than his words. "If that was the case, which I can whole heartedly say is very unlikely, it still doesn't take away from the fact you're my life." Aion gave a small breathless chuckle, realising just how easy it was to admit how much she meant to him when he allowed himself to. He paused for a moment, knowing in those few seconds that this wasn't worth it. He was holding on to something that was part of the old Aion, one that couldn't see past his own problems and give empathy to those he cared about. It was because of this woman sat beside him that he'd changed, and he wasn't about to convince her otherwise.

Grabbing the pendant from the box, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the bright early morning air. It wasn't worth the pain and struggle that it caused. He'd held on to his past for far too long and if he was going to make a new future he may as well begin with a clean slate. He tossed around the pendant in his palm as he walked in front of the car, half blinded slightly by the light that had emerged across the horizon, turning to face the car as he walked backwards towards the clearing of trees. "You see this?" he called out, holding the small metallic hammer he'd been way too attached to for so long up for her to see, even at that distance, before twisting 180 degrees on the spot and chucking it over his shoulder into the forest, barely registering where in the distance it landed. It no longer even mattered. He sighed, a smile on his face as the adrenaline was taking over again. He'd never been the most outgoing person, nor one to make gestures at all let alone ones that made any real impact, but as he turned to look back at the car he'd travelled a short distance from, he was smiling wider than he had during the rest of their morning. "Cyan, Ambrosia, Territe," Aion at this point was shouting, hoping that she could hear him from her position inside. "I love you." And never had truer words been spoken.
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cyan couldn't hardly force her heart to stop aching adn just believe him. She wasn't sure why this little piece of junk was so important to her, but perhaps that was part of love. It was a mysterious, and exciting emotion; damning as the hurt was maybe this was what mattered. Containing her emotions had become so frustrating that Cyan wasn't sure how much more she could take of this. It wasn't long though and finally she trembled with negative emotions that were almost as foreign to her as the idea of blood status was now. She leaned over for a moment, trying not to let another wave of emotion hit her when he said she was his life. Her eyes continued to water as she watched him grab the necklace and get up. This wasn't happening, was he walking away from her. Cyan was frozen in spot and wanted to reach out for him, but he moved away, as if she was in slow motion her hands fell short and she watched him move away. Panic set in and she felt her breathing exaggerate and for a moment felt ill, until finally he stopped walking and turned toward her. He was looking right at her, and she was looking at him. The girl made eye contact with him, and watched at the necklace went sailing.

Her face relaxed into a shocked expression. Every emotion she'd felt moved through her veins, out invisible exits on her body and she was reminded that she loved him. The girl's breathing quickened and she began crying harder, a different kind of crying. The curly haired girl opened her door quickly and sprinted to where he was jumping onto him with arms wrapped around his neck and lips immediately on top of his. The girl was so filled with love that she felt her heart nearly explode, as she kissed Aion, conveying that she was sorry for her reaction, for everything. She loved him too.
 
Aion was smiling widely when he saw Cyan slip out the car and began running over towards him. He took a few steps towards her, his arms open as she jumped into his embrace, wrapping her up against him and kissing her back. "Don't apologise," he said softly, one hand running under her ear to cup her jaw. "You never need to apologise to me." Aion had never wanted Cyan in any other way than as she came. Every part of her mentality was the reason he'd fallen for her so hard and the man would never have asked her to be any different. Aion held her firmly in his arms, his pulse quickening in his chest at her touch. When he'd been at Hogwarts they'd often had a friendship that others would consider to be crossing the line, or too much that they couldn't possibly have not been dating already. But that's what had worked for them, and it worked even better now that they were limitless. Aion felt as though he'd known her for so much longer than he really had. They may not have had the perfect journey, and Aion didn't know what lay in the future for them. But he did know that didn't want to go through it without Cyan at his side.

Aion broke their kiss for a moment, his green eyes flickering up to fix themselves straight into her large brown orbs, glazed over with the product of her emotions. He swallowed as a picture flew through his mind, something he'd never thought he'd want until he'd fallen in love with his best friend. Family hadn't been a strong word in Aions history, and it was no secret that he'd grown up more or less by himself. Of course he was well aware of the hardships Cyan had been through too with her parents, but Aion thought that what they had, the pair of them right here, right now, that was what family was supposed to be. "Marry me." The words left his lips in little more than a whisper, and for a moment he wasn't even sure whether she could've heard.
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Cyan was the best at remembering the past. It with Aion everything came so clearly. So much so that when he told her she never needed to apologize to him she chuckled, remembering the first time they had met. The first time they had kissed. In a million, bazillion years the Alabama native could never have pictured herself so happy, so in love with someone like Aion. Someone who cared about her back, who protected her, someone who was mixed blood and self assured. Cyan has never felt so strongly about anything in her whole life, and nothing could possibly change that.

Her mouth was aflame, tingling with every second that passed. She felt she might combust if he continued to hold her, that she might turn to ash like the Phoenix in his arm. However when they broke the kiss Cyan felt a chill that spread to her heart though, and wished for the flames rather than the cold. She wanted to kiss him a thousand tkmes, convey she loved him every day of her life. Cyan did not need to wait long to understand that Aion too wanted those things. Marry Me the words left his slightly plumped lips and Cyan's heart skipped at least twenty of its regular beats. The Puff searches in his pools of emerald for any hint he may have regretted the split decision, and when she couldn't find any she laughed. "W-what? You mean it?" She had to be sure. Her quick reactions thus far had brought a little grief, and she wanted to be sure he was sure. She wanted him to repeat the words, just so she could hear them one more time.
 
Aion glanced at her lips when she laughed, a sound he was never going to get tired of. It was early in the morning but the warmth from the summer sun was already hitting from the East. He gave her a small smile at her disbelief to the question, it was understandable giving it had been a spur of the moment request. That didn't make it any less true though, and Aion placed the Hufflepuff down, only releasing his grip from her waist when her feet hit the soft grass. His hands found her shoulders, and slid down the length of her arms to take her hands, entwining their fingers together while his gaze never left hers. "I mean it," he began, one side of his smile increasing as he knew how this would sound if anyone heard them, not that it mattered what anyone but the brunette in front of him thought. "I don't know what's going to happen to us, but what we have here and now, I'm all in. I think I always have been." Aion was lightly squeezing her hands, trying to find a way to tell her exactly what she meant to him, but he knew that no matter what he said it was never going to be enough to completely cover the love he had for her. He felt the spark between them the first time he kissed her, almost fourteen months ago, but he hadn't realised it had been leading to this moment "You make me happier than I ever thought was possible." His own eyes were beginning to water at this point, "When I look at you I don't just see the most beautiful woman in the world. I see your passion, your ambition. You're so strong, and every day you're my inspiration to do more and better myself." Aion paused for a second, glancing down between them before he continued, his voice beginning to crack a little, "I know this is fast, but I know better than I've ever known before that this is what I want. I want you and I want to spend my life with you, and if you let me I want to spend my life trying to make you even half as happy as you make me." At his final words he'd looked up into her face again, and thinking he should do this properly, he gently fell down to one of his knees in front of her, her hands still in his as he brought them together. "Cyan, will you marry me?" He asked, his brain was terrified that this was something that would push her away, why would she want to be with him when he was hardly ever around, and even when they did get to see each other he always seemed to do the wrong thing, but his heart felt as though this was the most natural step to happen between them and he wasn't done trying.
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Cyan felt her heart pounding in her chest. The warm breeze rustled the leaves and the sound was so far away Cyan could swear that just being this close to Aion put her in a different world. She never stopped smiling the Cheshire smile the whole time he talked, not subconsciously covering her teeth, not self conscious about any part of her. Her freckled nose was crinkled, and the tears that she had cried while slowly stopping were ever present in her eyes. Happy tears were nearly as foreign as the other kinds of tears, but these felt better, they made her stomach feel like a garden coming to life, made her fingertips sensitive to every texture on Aion's hands, as if she could have traced every pattern in his own fingerprints. She gave his hands a squeeze, watching him as he got down on one knee. He really was serious about spending his life with her. For a brief moment everything that lead to this moment flashed before her eyes. That first day in the great hall when they'd kissed to begin an amazing friendship, the day they'd been inturrupted by Danielle in the kitchens. Cyan didn't hold bitter feelings towards her anymore, what if that was jealousy in it's own? She'd just not recognized it. It was as if Cyan had known all along. Everything about the days to followthe forest, the dye job, the day she opened up about her insecurities - the Valentine's dance. Cyan had cried so much when Aion graduated so afraid he'd leave and never come back. Here they were after all the letters. Cyan felt the hot tears on her face remember how he'd held her close after her mother's passing, remembering her mother's diary, wishing she could be with them, could have seen what a good man Aion was. The most painful part of Aion and Cyan's relationship glimmered in her mind, and Cyan couldn't believe she hadn't seen the signs when she'd introduce him to Alessio and the signs the night she had fought for him. How had it taken so long for her to realize that they were perfect together, why did it take him confessing his love to convince her to come to his arms.

His second set of spoke words breaking through her split second of thought made Cyan laugh again. "Aion, i wouldn't want to marry anyone else. Yes." She murmured before going down to his level and entangling her hands in his cafe locks, pulling him into another kiss. REgardless of the past, regardless of what the future held, this was what Cyan wanted.
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As Aion was looking up to his soul mate, trying to figure out what was going on in her mind, he felt as though his heart was about to drop out of this chest if she didn't say anything soon. Maybe she'd think the idea was insane. It was less than twelve hours since they'd even realised they both had feelings for the other after all. He let out a sudden sharp sigh when she finally gave him her answer, not even aware that he'd been holding his breath. As she moved down to his level, he pulled her close into him, pressing his lips against hers as he closed his eyes, willing them to stop watering. There was nothing he wouldn't do for the woman in his arms. He would never hurt her, or leave her, because doing so would be so would be to hurt himself. She was the best part of him and everything he was now was because of her. He could barely believe that this was actually happening. Yesterday he'd been a mess, anxious about what it was that Cy had to tell him. Today had been a completely different story, and he would never under appreciate the fact that someone as special as her was his. Their friendship may have taken them to places they'd never dreamt, to open up and trust one another even when things had been difficult, but it was clear that a new chapter was about to begin, one where this time they were an unbreakable team, and one Aion couldn't wait to get started with.

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